memento mori

(n.) an object serving as a warning or reminder of death; latin for "remember that you have to die"Danny stared at the portal, mesmerized by its glow. His hand tightening around the navy blue duffel at his side—he'd packed clothes, food, ecto-weapons, some stim toys to fidget with, and not much else. He didn't need anything that would tempt him return.This was the right choice, he reminded himself. He needed to protect them, even if leaving hurt more than a high caliber ectoblast fired directly at his chest, even if he could hear his core whisper stay protect family home safe.He took a step, then a second. He was close enough to reach out his fingers and touch it now. A third. His hair rustled in the breeze whispering in from the other side. Another. He could almost taste the ectoplasm in the air, a hint of ozone, the beginnings of a thunderstorm. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. This was it.He dove in head-first.